Plane hunting

Chapter 171

Seeing that Huang Shaohong kicked and smashed the signboard of 'Gangjuliu', the middle-aged man suddenly became furious, supported the handrail of the stairs with his hands, and jumped down the stairs directly.

When it landed, the knees were slightly bent, dissolving the force of the fall, and it fell to the ground silently like a civet cat falling from a height.

"it is good!"

"The host is mighty!"

Those coaches and some students immediately cheered.

The middle-aged man strode towards Huang Shaohong: "I am the owner of the museum 'Aota Shinichi', why do you want to tear down my signboard of 'Gangjuliu'?"

With an apologetic expression on Huang Shaohong's face, he cupped his fists and said, "Sorry, I didn't mean to tear down your signboard of 'Gangjuliu'!"

His attitude suddenly made a 180-degree turn, and everyone was stunned. Just now he was beating someone, shouting and kicking, why is he still apologetic now?

Some of the students who didn't like him started booing: "Why did you get scared when you saw our owner, you are awesome!"

Some students who were optimistic about him also shook their heads in disappointment, thinking that he was scared.

Huang Shaohong's expression remained the same, and he said, "I'm here to kick the club, I'll take down no matter what's the signboard!"

"idiot!"

Shinichi Qingtian didn't know that he was being tricked, roared angrily, strode forward, and punched Huang Shaohong with a step forward.

This punch was sent out with anger, the speed of the fist was astonishingly fast, and it brought up a whistling wind and an indomitable momentum, as if there was a wall in front of him, and it could be smashed down with one punch.

"Good come!"

Huang Shaohong didn't dodge or dodge, he came to kick the court, not afraid of getting hurt, in order to hone his own dark energy, so his shot was a tiger-shaped split palm, head-to-head.

His tiger shape has been practiced to the peak, and when he makes a shot, he roars dully, giving me an invincible aura, which makes the people around him have an illusion, as if there is really a tiger, jumping up and attacking.

'boom'

The two exchanged a move, Huang Shaohong didn't move at all, Aota Shinichi stepped back a few big steps, this time he was not as light as a civet cat, every step was like a heavy hammer, stepping on the ground'Boom boom ' There was a sound, and even the floor under my feet was cracked.

Huang Shaohong stepped on his back foot, and a 'White Crane Jumping the Grass' rushed to catch up, and shouted: "If you don't come up with something powerful, don't blame me for killing you!"

Before he finished speaking, he rushed to the front, and twisted his body like a hammer.

Qingtian was really terrified, he quickly ignored the numbness of his right arm, and crossed his arms in front of his body!
There was a sound of 'bang', fists and arms intersected, and two sounds of 'click, click' were heard. Aota Shinichi was thrown flying out, and his two arms obviously changed shape. The sound of bone breaking just now was made by his two arms.

'boom'

Qingtian Shinichi was beaten five meters away and hit the wall before he stopped. The sleeves on both arms were blown apart, bloody and bloody. A trembling voice asked, "Who are you?"

"Huaxia people!"

Huang Shaohong shook his head in disappointment. He wanted to force out the opponent's real strength with this punch, but he didn't expect that the opponent had no real strength. The first punch was already with all his strength, so how could he stop his secret strength? A Hammer!
Ming Jin's strength was nothing but Huang Shaohong's help, and he turned around and left without leaving his name. Several coaches tried to stop him, but he stared at him, and they all took a few steps back in horror.

Huang Shaohong took the plaque, thought for a while, turned around, and walked back. Those people thought he was going to lose their temper, and backed away a few steps in fright.

He walked up to Shinichi Qingtian, ignored the fearful look in his eyes, and said to him: "I originally wanted you to sign it, but I guess you can't do it in this situation, so let's make a fingerprint!"

While speaking, ignoring the other party's fracture injury, amidst the screams, grabbed the other party's palm, stained the wound on his other arm with blood, pressed it directly on his white plaque, then got up and turned around to leave.

He strode out of the karate gym, and as soon as he went out, he ran into two policemen who were walking towards the gym. When they saw him coming out of the Taoist temple, they asked:
"Are you from this gym? Do you know who called the police and what happened?"

Huang Shaohong turned the plaque over to prevent them from seeing the words and bloody handprints on the plaque, and said at the same time: "I am from a decoration company, you go and have a look, there was a fight inside, the curator and the three coaches fought each other , Said that it is better than anyone else's blood thickness and defense, it's so miserable, hey, addicted to games kills people!"

He nodded after finishing speaking: "I'm going to deliver the goods, so hurry up!"

"Hey, wait a minute, we need to record a statement for witnesses!" A policeman couldn't help but yelled when he saw him walking away.

Huang Shaohong said without turning his head: "There are four NO.50 people in there, you can ask them, I am in a hurry to send the plaque to the company, I am waiting for it over there, I will come back after you have been busy for a while!"

When the policeman heard that there were 50 to [-] people inside, he nodded immediately: "Thank you then!"

After speaking, the two policemen hurried into the hall, while Huang Shaohong got into the car he was looking for directly, and said to the driver:

"Go to the next karate gym!"

Huang Shaohong even kicked more than 20 karate gyms and dojos in one day, but he didn't meet a big boxer who broke through the dark force.

There were more than 20 handprints on the plaque, which made him wonder, is there no master in karate?
When he made such a fuss, the whole capital was in chaos. The police department dispatched the police more than 20 times, but without exception, all the karate gyms and dojos chose to calm down. They told the police that it was a friendly exchange of ideas. .

It's not that they don't want to pursue the matter, but they are afraid that the reputation of karate will be ruined if it is spread out. If they choose to call the police and arrest people in the face of kicking gyms, then why open a martial arts gym?

When Huang Shaohong returned to the courtyard, rumors spread among the martial arts circles in the capital that there was a young master who even selected more than 20 karate gyms. Turn around and ask around which family's children are messing around.

On the side of the Karate Federation, they don’t call the police and only protest, because this is an unspoken rule. There are also many Huaxia martial arts gyms on the Japanese side, and kicking gyms is fine. Your large-scale kicking gyms are just causing trouble.

Huang Shaohong doesn't know these things, but even if he knows, he doesn't care, whoever he loves!

After returning to the courtyard, he hid the plaque in his luggage, then called a restaurant he often eats to order a meal, and went to play chess with Zhou Binglin, a cheap brother.

Old man Zhou also asked him what he was up to today, and Huang Shaohong said that he walked around to see if he could meet friends in the martial arts world.

Zhou Binglin guessed a little bit of his thoughts, and said with a smile: "The water in the martial arts world in the capital is deep. If you want to find someone to compete in martial arts, don't mess around. I can help you arrange it!"

Huang Shaohong smiled without saying a word. After eating, the two of them practiced boxing and nourished Qi. After the lights were turned off, he directly entered the game world to upgrade his level, in order to increase his attributes and make his strength go further.

Early the next morning, after breakfast, while Zhou Binglin closed his eyes and swallowed, he went out again with the signboard that said 'little devils are the sick men of East Asia'.

He wondered whether he should switch to kicking or kicking. Then he thought about it. Yesterday, he found out that there are more than 40 relatively large karate gyms and dojos in the entire capital city. Half of them are kicked, so it's better to get them together.

He called and rented a car. When the car arrived, he put the plaque on the back seat. He became the co-pilot, told the driver the address, and started to continue the journey of kicking the museum.

(End of this chapter)